A/N: Hope you enjoy this new fic. I've been having an extensial crisis about my writing being horrible, what is the purpose of writing, ect, but I finally got a new idea and I'm easing my way back into writing. Enjoy!

Clary watched as the girl across from her downed another shot and ripped off her shirt, exposing a lacy black bra underneath. She cursed under her breath as she threw the shirt across the room, and looked to the person next to her.

"Truth or dare, asshole."

The boy snickered in return. "It wasn't my fault you didn't want to do the dare, Izzy!"

She narrowed her eyes but said nothing.

Izzy was brave, unlike Clary. Clary always thought that parties like this were strange, but she was excited to go to her first college party.

But now she was playing truth or dare, and she nervously bit her lip, wondering what would happen to her.

"Truth." He smirked back to Isabelle.

She sighed for a moment.

"Is it true you slept with-"

He cut her off. "Yes."

She rolled her eyes. "Alright then."

And then the boy turned to Clary and looked at her eyes before giving another devilish smirk.

"Truth or dare?"

She sighed before answering. "Dare"

"You're an art student, right? Don't you have that project where you have to do some sort of art relating to a human body?"

Her mouth dropped a little.

"I dare you to do your next art project with Jace Wayland. I've been told he appreciates being a nude male model."

Clary cursed. "Your joking, right?!"

But from the looks and snickers of the others in the room, they weren't joking.

"You realize this is going to take me the rest of the night, right?" She had no choice to accept the challenge- she already had her shirt thrown on the floor from the previous round she refused.

"Yes, we realize that, but I think it's going to be worth it when you turn in a sketch of Jace Wayland naked into Miss-"

"I'm so sorry, Clary. Good luck." Izzy said, cutting him off. Clary nodded as she sat up.

"I'll go find him. And by the way, there's no way I'm going to draw him naked."

Jace Wayland had a strange reputation, not necessarily popular, by sarcastic and full of himself, kinda bad boyish, yet also strict enough to maintain good scores in his class.

She had no idea where to find him, but slipped on her green shirt and grabbed her bag which had a few pencils and acrylics left over from her last project.

She wandered through the main room, not surprised she wouldn't find him there. But then he wasn't in the kitchen, or any of the other main rooms.

She sighed, frustrated, hoping she wouldn't walk in with him on another girl. But then again, she didn't think he was that kind of person. He never really hang around girls except for his adopted brother Alec, and of course Alec's sister Izzy at times. But Izzy had been drifting away from Alec when they ended up on different campuses, and Isabelle had befriended Clary. Clary had seen him a few times though, when the four of them met up at the cafe to study. He was kind of cute, she had to admit.

She began opening the doors to the bedroom slowly, relieved to find no more than people making out. She stopped when she opened the third door and found a figure lying on a bed. She closed the door slowly, narrowing her eyes as she crept closer. Yep, this was Jace. Passed out on the bed. She assumed it was a combination of drinks and exhaustion, as he lied there on his stomach snoring.

Maybe this would be better that he was asleep.

After closing the door she crept carefully onto the bed, lifting the back of his shirt to find his carefully sculpted back.

Her breath hitched as she traced her fingers over the bones on his back, watching his back rise and fall with each breath.

She reached in her bag and pulled out the acrylic paints and a brush, not feeling like drawing.

She squeezed the thick paint onto the back of her hand to use as a palette, dotting the brush in paint and gingerly painting a small stroke on the small of his back, waiting patiently to see if he would wake.

He didn't move and Clary smiled slightly, dipping the brush in a different color and moving strokes of the paint across his back, making a sort of forest with a purple and grey sky and pines littering the ground.

She felt herself getting more tired by the minute but she carried on until the last stroke. She didn't want to get up, and she fell against the bed and closed her eyes, finding sleep drawing her into darkness.

"Clary?" The voice was still half asleep coming from Jace, but Clary's eyes blinked open at the sudden realization of falling asleep.

She gave a yelp before turning away, gathering up the scattered brushes and paints on the bedspread.

"I'm so sorry!" She whispered, rolling onto the floor before throwing everything in.

"Wait, Clary."

She stopped and looked up at his calm yet surprised expression. "Am I your next art project?" He joked, running a hand down his back.

"Actually, yes-" she replied hastily. "I'm sorry, I should have asked."

He shrugged and turned to the mirror in the room, lifting up the back of his shirt to see the delicate painting.

"It's beautiful, Clary."

She couldn't help the blush crawling up her cheeks and nodded a thanks to his compliment.

Jace leaned down to Clary's height, and then looked into her green eyes before kissing her, lightly but sweet, tucking a lock of red behind her ear.

"Oh- um…" She stuttered.

"Doesn't your class start in an hour? You can turn me in if you would like."